Since the advent of Hulu, Netflix, and a virtual flood of movie streaming sites (whether legitimate or otherwise), the number of people attending movies has declined. In an attempt to salvage the Hollywood industry single-handedly, I’ve gone to two movies since my break began. The following posts will chronicle these events.
This image from usatoday.com
This movie follows the wealthy King family in Hawaii as they struggle with the mother’s lapse into a coma after a boating accident. The scenic Pacific coast shots and ukulele driven soundtrack clash sharply with the grief that hits the Kings like a tsunami. But don’t get the idea that this movie is exclusively morbid: the arc of the plot reveals a family—once drifting apart—reunited under the duress of a hospitalized mother, despite arguments or unearthed secrets.
The movie did a number of things exquisitely. Every dramatic movie needs a comic relief, and this character (coincidentally my favorite) was Sid: an odd cross between Jack Black and David Hasselhoff who never seemed to pick up on social cues. George Clooney’s depiction of a middle aged man (salads for lunch, morning runs, constantly checking a blackberry) were so dead-on that I teased my Dad about it. And it wasn’t that weird going with my parents. Heck, there weren’t many people there anyway, so no one judged me…wait, I get what they mean about declining attendance!
Monnnnnney Money Money. It’s the catcall of the season. How much are people spending? they ask. Will it boost the economy? they ask. We best be shelling out enough, or else the economy will feel it, and then so will we. Tonight, on Christmas Eve, the mania will extend till the 11th hour. It is endless. All consuming. An estimated $460 billion spent this season.
A Shrine to Caring (And Capitalism)
Yet every year, the nation acts surprised and horrified by the antics of our shoppers. The stories are consistently malicious. How far are people willing to go to procure that last Furbie? (This is not a recent trend.)
The coverage of these events is justified in its outrage, yet willing to make an about-face in worrying over the state of our economy. This dichotomy in coverage reveals a fundamental conflict in the minds of Americans: spend, or else we’ll be hurt; don’t hurt people while you spend, that’s barbaric. It is frightening to acknowledge that the same system that protects us threatens our humanness. Does an Xbox really matter more than the man trampled, or the people pepper-sprayed?
As I’m sure all of my most devoted readers have noticed, I’ve taken a hiatus from the blogging world, but as I return, I realize there is so much to catch you all up on. So, I’ll begin in the most relevant spot: food.
I would be a dirty liar if I didn’t admit that food consumes a good third of my mental energies. What should I eat? How hungry am I? Should I pour a bowl of cereal even though I just wolfed down dinner? The answer to that last one is often an emphatic “YES.”
One of the perks of going home (Mom and Dad, I hope you’re reading) is the home-cooked meals. Not to bash Butler’s buffets or burgers, but there’s something satisfying, even sentimental about returning to the food that kept me fed and satisfied the first eighteen years of my life. It’s the atmosphere of being home, joking with my family, catching up, and simply enjoying the fam.
Prior to the meal. And then-->
...five minutes later.
People often equate the “Freshmen Fifteen” to departing for college, but I take the threat of those fifteen additional pounds most seriously when I return home.
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